La Brava X Gentle Criminal Novelas e Histórias

Alfred said while walking towards the coffee maker. “What type of coffee do you prefer, black or creamy?” He asked Melody, clicking the two mugs together. “Creamy, sir,” Melody responded slightly, staring at Alfred, who didn't seem to spare her a glance. “Antonio is not like every other criminal; he has his tricky ways,” Melody insisted, staring at her boss with all inconvenience. “What ways, Melody?” Alfred demanded adamantly, but she wasn't willing to talk. How would she even tell her boss? She was involved with a criminal. How would she even tell her boss that the tricky ways he had were the ways he made her moan in sexual frustration?

He gesture for me to go inside. I push the door open. The music stops, everyone who is in the party stop to stare at me. They look at me with disbelief. Cameras flashing around and I am suddenly the star of the evening. "Criminal" is the word I hear around me but I didn't care. My eyes searching for that one person. My brother's killer. I still hate her smile when she smiles on tv.

The crack of the gunshot echoed through the room, and his laughter twisted into a scream. “Did you think you could walk away from us, Bruno? Pull a little stunt, cash out, and waltz over to another family like it’s nothing?” I sneered, watching him squirm in agony, clutching his bleeding arm. “The Bravata isn’t a club you leave, Bruno. It’s in your blood, and there’s only one way out.” I looked at Bishop, who handed me a red-hot poker without a word. I pressed it down on the fresh wound, searing into the raw skin, and Bruno’s screams grew louder, filling the room.

My stomach cramps, and I wince. The titles line up on the screen. Sinfully His—an age-gap, dad’s-best-friend romance, where she gets revenge on her cheating husband and also bag’s her dad’s older hot friend. The next is some werewolf thing about mates and rejection and shit I don’t understand. Marco’s choices already have me giggling. He did this on purpose. And then another catches me: The Mafia’s Pet. Enemies to lovers. Erotica. A laugh slips out. Too pointed. Too close to home.

“In there, you said you wanted to speak Pakhan. What did you want to say to me?” I clear my throat and avert my eyes. I knew this was my only chance to convince him to let me go so I had to give it my all. “My father was your father's Consigliere, and his father before him. There is history and connection between our both families. Even though due to I and my sisters birth, the long standing tradition was broken, there is still a relationship with both families. And the Bratva protects it’s own. Don't you think you will be turning back on your words if you give me to your men to be used like a cheap common whore?” I ask with my heart in my throat.

“People like you… you never learn until you’re taught a lesson.” I scanned the room and spotted a baseball bat leaning against the wall. His eyes widened as he noticed where my gaze had landed. “Please…” he pleaded. But I wasn’t listening. Matteo handed me the bat, and I rested it on Luca’s shoulder, the exact spot where he’d shot Lorenzo. He gave me one last desperate look before I swung the bat hard into his shoulder. The crack of impact echoed in the room, and Luca screamed. I hit him again, this time harder, watching the blood seep through his shirt.

Nico says signaling to the bartender he needs more drinks. "Well, this is the perfect time to tell you guys that those girls are checking you out." Jamal gestures to to the group on brunettes at the end of the bar. ~~~ "Let me go," Beth struggles out of Rudy's tight grip. When she finally drags her arm away from his grip, she keeps a safe distance. "What the he'll is wrong with you?" Beth yells. "I knew you had something to do with what happened to my guys?" Beth burst into laughter, "You think I shot Sparks and beat up Ghost?"

A sweet, broken noise escapes her. And then my phone buzzes. Connor. Fucking perfect timing. I grit my teeth, pressing a hand over her mouth as I answer. “What is it?” “We need you at 37 Bratva. We caught a rat. Could be a lead on the Teroso mess.” I curl my fingers against her G-spot and she arches, muffling a moan into my palm. I bite back a groan of my own. “Who’s with you?” “Luca and Matteo. But this guy won’t last long.”